Have any of you been having dreams of post-apocalyptic adventures lately? I have had a few. Last week, a good friend had 3 or 4, one right after another just before waking up, and they were quite interesting; I'll see if I can get him to write them down, and I'll post them here if he does.
Last night, I dreamt I was in some post-apocalyptic reality. The dream started with me going into a locker room (as one might find at a gym or school), but 2 of the walls and the roof were gone. I was with a group of burly young soldiers and a few civilians, and apparently we had just emerged from some underground bunker. We went into the locker room to see if we could retrieve our stuff, which we had deposited weeks earlier. I saw that the padlock on mine had been broken, and the locker broken into and ransacked, but fortunately all the important stuff had been left; some clothes, which I put on (we were all barely dressed), and a bunch of textbooks and some other reading materials. Prominent among the reading materials was a magazine on ufology, which I was glad to see. I stuffed as much of my contents as I could into a small backpack and prepared to leave.
The soldiers, although they hadn't done anything to hurt me, were somewhat intimidating, as they seemed to expect me to remain with them, and by implication, under their control; I perceived that they had some affiliation with Nazis or Nazi philosophy. I managed to slip away from them along with a couple of other civilians.
In the next scene, a bunch of us were riding on some strange flattened locomotive engine that could ride either on rails or off of them; it looked like it had come from a mining operation, and it was being piloted by a couple of coal miners, still wearing their hard hats. We were riding on a road that lay unfinished because events had caused work on it to be abandoned. It had had its courses of gravel laid, but was not paved, and looked like a bypass being built around the town. I was shown a scene of the two miners escaping the mine with their engine; most of the miners in the mine had been in league with the negative forces who caused the apocalypse, and I saw the two miners closing blast doors over the mine entrance as they escaped, cutting off the other miners who were pursuing them.
After riding for a while we came to a railroad overpass, and paused underneath it. The road then led to a street running through an established subdivision. People were milling about in their yards, many obviously in a state of confusion. They eyed us warily, and we dismounted from the engine and walked into town on the street.
We arrived at the center of town, and paused before some grand old art-deco theater. We knew somehow that there was something inside we needed; maybe food supplies. I elected to enter and explore. I saw, on a low table before me, a large knife and a short sword (a Persian Qama type). I took up the large knife, and a woman in our party gasped in shock, as she didn't think I should arm myself. I reversed the knife position and partly concealed it against my forearm and entered. The foyer was full of people, who eyed me with suspicion, as if I was not welcome...then the dream ended.
Last night, I dreamt I was in some post-apocalyptic reality. The dream started with me going into a locker room (as one might find at a gym or school), but 2 of the walls and the roof were gone. I was with a group of burly young soldiers and a few civilians, and apparently we had just emerged from some underground bunker. We went into the locker room to see if we could retrieve our stuff, which we had deposited weeks earlier. I saw that the padlock on mine had been broken, and the locker broken into and ransacked, but fortunately all the important stuff had been left; some clothes, which I put on (we were all barely dressed), and a bunch of textbooks and some other reading materials. Prominent among the reading materials was a magazine on ufology, which I was glad to see. I stuffed as much of my contents as I could into a small backpack and prepared to leave.
The soldiers, although they hadn't done anything to hurt me, were somewhat intimidating, as they seemed to expect me to remain with them, and by implication, under their control; I perceived that they had some affiliation with Nazis or Nazi philosophy. I managed to slip away from them along with a couple of other civilians.
In the next scene, a bunch of us were riding on some strange flattened locomotive engine that could ride either on rails or off of them; it looked like it had come from a mining operation, and it was being piloted by a couple of coal miners, still wearing their hard hats. We were riding on a road that lay unfinished because events had caused work on it to be abandoned. It had had its courses of gravel laid, but was not paved, and looked like a bypass being built around the town. I was shown a scene of the two miners escaping the mine with their engine; most of the miners in the mine had been in league with the negative forces who caused the apocalypse, and I saw the two miners closing blast doors over the mine entrance as they escaped, cutting off the other miners who were pursuing them.
After riding for a while we came to a railroad overpass, and paused underneath it. The road then led to a street running through an established subdivision. People were milling about in their yards, many obviously in a state of confusion. They eyed us warily, and we dismounted from the engine and walked into town on the street.
We arrived at the center of town, and paused before some grand old art-deco theater. We knew somehow that there was something inside we needed; maybe food supplies. I elected to enter and explore. I saw, on a low table before me, a large knife and a short sword (a Persian Qama type). I took up the large knife, and a woman in our party gasped in shock, as she didn't think I should arm myself. I reversed the knife position and partly concealed it against my forearm and entered. The foyer was full of people, who eyed me with suspicion, as if I was not welcome...then the dream ended.